The bell rang, and monsters grabbed their homework and slammed their lockers shut. It was another busy day at Monster High. Catty grabbed her backpack and smiled at Frankie Stein and Draculaura. Frankie, a voltageous mint-green ghoul who was brought to life in her dad’s laboratory, and Draculaura, the vegetarian vampire daughter of Dracula, were friends of Catty’s. They had taken such good care of her ever since she had dropped out of the music scene to come and be an ordinary ghoul again.
“Well, I’m off to the rehearsal room!” Catty announced.
Frankie smiled. “Can’t wait to hear your next song!” She still couldn’t believe that a pop sensation had become one of her dearest friends.
“Good luck with the music-writey stuff!” Draculaura exclaimed.
As Catty strolled down the hallway, monsters called out greetings to her. She was one of them now, and so she had something to write about other than stage lights and limousines. She knew what it was like to be a real ghoul again. If only she could find the right words to express everything that was in her heart.
She flicked on the light above the stage and sat down at the piano. “Finally, I can write a song for me. About something that really matters. Something that I know. Something I have lived,” she whispered to herself.
She tried out some chords, scribbled them down on music sheets, stared at them, and then crumpled the sheets up. Soon, the floor around her was covered in paper. Frankie and Clawdeen Wolf walked by, peeked into the auditorium, and saw Catty slam her fists into the keyboard in frustration.
Clawdeen, fierce fashionista, daughter of the Werewolf, and Frankie’s other BMFF, giggled. “Genius at work!”
But Catty didn’t feel like a genius. The problem was that she wanted to write a love song, a great love song, but she didn’t know anything about love. Not really. She sighed. “I’ve never had that music in my heart.” Alone, she could admit the truth. “I feel like a fake. I have to find my own voice! My own music!”
She got up from the piano, frustrated, and began climbing a spiral staircase that led to the roof of the school. She wanted to know what love felt like, and she wanted to sing about it in her own voice. But would she ever find true love?
She passed a room where couples were listening to music and dancing. “I try and try but I can’t catch hold; there’s a fire that burns inside me,” she sang.
She came onto the roof and saw the sky twinkling with stars. She felt full of emotion, as if some secret were hidden for her there. “Oh, now I’ve seen what I’ve tried to find. I’ve been looking far and wide. High and low, low and high. In the dark, now I’ve found the light.” The words were pouring out of her.
Catty leaned against a wall. Carved into it were a heart and initials, symbols of a love she still didn’t know.
Just then something close to the horizon caught her eye. It was the faint light of a shimmering comet. It flared and pulsed with a blue aura. The beauty of it made Catty gasp. She leaned over the railing and reached her hands out toward it.
“I guess I’ve been looking in the wrong place the entire time,” Catty realized. “Maybe I should search inside.”